𝙰 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝙸𝚗 𝙰 𝙽𝚘𝚝-𝚂𝚘-𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚃𝚘𝚠𝚗

I don't know what to title this, mom, help.

Henry's footsteps echoed throughout the quiet town, crunching thru the leaves; pushing thru the thick, milky-white fog.

                                                                                                  ~

It was like this for awhile, seemingly endless repetitive walking. The areas had begun to blur together in Henry's mind, his neutral expression turning to one of mild discomfort as he heard something crash thru a window, along with a heavy thud. His main instinct was to keep walking but the morbidly curious side of the photographer was a bit more than drawn in. But, he decided to carry on...for now.